oh happy dagger

no, no, nothing like that.

i have the words "Mercutio" and "Montague" floating around in my head because i saw the soundtrack to Baz Luhrmann's Romeo & Juliet at the library yesterday. i'm not so sure i spelled any of the words in the previous sentence correctly, but i'm going to trust my instincts.

aha. i couldn't resist.
i Googled "luhrmann" and
i
was
right.

nobody knows, darling

nobody knows how they are loved

{innocence mission}

life, vintage and modern. the style of today has one foot in the past and one in the future. isn't that how we all live? one half history, one half possibility, and the slimmest margin in between humming on the wire of present . . .

yes, give me my weathered bench, my $700 leather bag, flowers growing out of my college textbooks. my mary janes, my ballet flats, the subdued but snappy grey pumps. give me my brocade wallpaper to cover the midnight poetry ribboning from my hands. these, all the trappings of a girl with secret dreams.

__________

i feel insecure, a shadow of myself (otr). as if everyone is dancing already, and i've entered the room unnoticed, done up in my spare way. eyes too almond-shaped for color, cheekbones high and rose-colored even underneath the blush. a face perhaps made for makeup, but not without an adept hand at such things, which i have not.

black dress, maybe? a woman of mystery, even to herself. do you see her? i'm talking to you, the one dancing with someone else, she the one they all expect you to take. does the understated figure in the doorway draw your heart off-center, call you to a different league of this earthly sea?




this is too dramatic.
erase the picture, let
your thoughts crumble
into piles of dust
and possibility.

don't worry, my darling

the sun's coming up

{i.m.}

in this state of love i'm in
(and willingly so)
is it wrong still sometimes to wonder
what might have been?